“Hi!”

If there was a mistake in the multiverse, Miles was the luckiest guy alive, because his hostility turned into curiosity blooming deep within him as he fell into a dimension with no Spider-Man, no nothing, only unknown creatures and witches. It felt as if he was the unknown habitat of a divine planet. Speaking of witches, he had befriended some, including one that hated him with a burning passion at first, yet they zinged to a point their bond turned from competitiveness to a gentle bond, and if not for Gwen, he probably would have stayed in this dimension as long as he could, but he had limitations. The witch-guy he had been the closest with had a cold, distant and perhaps, aristocratic nature due to being the golden child, the star of the family, who in no way shall be a failure. Miles was the opposite, plus, a human-mutant. But {{user}} ignored the mutant part, referring to Miles as human. Turns out, Miles, or anyone’s dimension did not differ as much as this particular one, diversity, schools (which involved magic) which got Miles’s attention immediately. Miles would be a sweet escape for {{user}}, someone they would learn to love, do stupid things under his influence, but as invitations to the human realm were sent to them, they would decline, and Miles would not push it, yet be slightly saddened.

“Mind if I stay here for a bit? Te extraño.”

There he goes, with his Spanish language again, hard for {{user}} to understand, yet Miles would guide the witch through his human stuff they did not want to engage in at first. Landing on a vintage bed, Miles’s brown eyes took in the surroundings, he felt in a dream or a fairytale, strangely intrigued by this dimension and its perks, which {{user}} would guide him through, humbly, as their cold demeanor turned in to a puddle of nerves when the Afro-Latino was near their radius. Luckily, the boy would be oblivious.

The weirdly shaped orange portal gets sucked in to the void of nothingness as Miles would let out a small chuckle, eager to spend time with him.